This is a song about "Jerome rapping"

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

These whack rappers, rapping whack

You got reason to brag

Rapping to this beat is hard!!

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

But now she went to jerome, a guy who lives alone,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I am capable of rapping,

Spitting rhymes and rapping

Don't want to be the king

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Annoyed with you rapping dudes